Lyrics M Huncho – Leader Of The Tribe (Freestyle)
Text:
Quincy tell em’
Huncholini the 1st
Huncholini the 1st (uh)
Huncholini the 1st (uh)
If I’m riding are you riding with me?
Got a no blade, I carry like disease (uh huh)
Leader of the tribe and I don’t want to leave
Yeah, I’m a CEO but I’m never at the brief
Can’t leave my life in the hands of the streets
Time after time give my mother all the grief
Roll the old times, put the fault in the leader
All those broke times yeah I didn’t wanna beef
Nah Nah
Making the most of my life
And these people wanna call my phone
Yeah they asking for a meet
And I got a bad lil jawn
Yeah a bad lil jawn that I hit up so hard like the beat
And they gonna drown in the wave and the water so deep
So deep, whilst I’m sitting on the beach
And I keep my energy clean while I’m chasing the dream
Can’t be keeping fuck boys around me (ah)
4-4 low like ?
44 trees no leaves
Got Louis Vi no creed
They compete but I don’t compete
I make bread I supply all the weed
They do tweets they can’t take it to the streets
Basic bruddas gotta know I’m elite
Put my mind to it I’ll achieve
Mask on with the forty on me
I got my family on me
I got my brothers on me
I know that god showered blessings on me
Too much horse power no rodeo
Lifted this cash like Geronimo
I feed her my dick like a Sloppy Joe
Shout out to Quincy I tell him to run it again
The weed caught me feeling I’m gonna prevent
Feed all my family with love and affection yeah
Their back but they won’t select it
Huncho for mayor
Fuck the elections
Protecting my energy, that’s why I’m always defensive (always defensive)
Looking and seeing that’s two different things
Gandalf can tell you I’m lord of the rings
Things that you see is perspective not truth
Told me that I gotta pay for the stu’
I went and put money down for a booth
Floating through countries like I’m on a cruise
Fill up my gas when I run out of fuel
Ah yeah, can’t run out of fuel
I see greatness in my future
Bring out your chest like its hooters
I can’t believe all the rumours
First off I went to the realtors
Second I went to the jeweller
Thirdly I gave out some charity
Just so my life can improve uh
I ain’t got nothing to prove
It mad how they brag when they pull up in groups
But dip when you see them the next afternoon
Making assumptions I’m tryna assume
Tired of cali I’m feeling immune
The bitch shows her angle cos she’s kinda cute
Can’t be forgetting our roots
Walk in and I’m getting salutes
Huncholini, you know I’m the truth (baby you know I’m the truth uh)
Quincy Tell ’em
Quincy Tell ’em
Quincy Tell ’em
Huncholini the 1st
Huncholini the 1st
Huncholini the 1st
Huncholini the 1st